Today, I had to put my cat of 14 years, Bob to sleep. I've never liked the sound of that. It sounds like lying because, in fact, thats not what we're doing at all. Is it?
I got Bob from a friend in German Village in Columbus. I'd never met her and I was audtiioning her for a spot as a back-up singer in my band. On a side note, we ended up being life-long friends. That day, I went over there, sat on the floor in her little apartment when a tiny ball of white fur came out of nowhere and sank its needle-like teeth into my hand. I shook Bob off me like a mosquito. My friend said only a few words "He has a biting problem."
And so it went for 14 years, Bob got hit by a car, punctured a lung, shattered a leg, fell off the roof umpteen times, had a stroke, got lost in the 'hood, got trapped in the neighbors attic, ran will-nilly through the neighborhood dodging cars, the neighbors huge black german shepherd, other cats and kid next door. 14 years. That is a long time for a cat.
But I have to say, I am eternally grateful for having met him and being able to witness how special he was first-hand. Here's to you Bob.
